We left Saturday for the Texas blog party in South Texas, and came back Sunday night.
The whole family ended up coming with me, rather than me travelling alone. We were only going to be gone for over 24 hours, and the weather has been decent lately, so we decided to leave the dog in the backyard with his bed, and lots of food and water. Lucky for us, Tucker self feeds very well.
When we got home last night, he was gone.
He dug out of the yard, and is no where in sight.
He’s done this before, and usually just hangs around the house, until we get home. Not this time.
I’m ridiculously depressed about it and fear the worst. He has a nice collar with his name and our phone number on a tag, and he is chipped. If someone found him, they would’ve called by now.
That leaves me to think that he was hit (again) and is dead, or, someone found him, and has no intention of returning him to us, and is keeping him as their own.
Ugh…I’m pissed at myself for leaving him.
And I’m sad.
So are the kids.
I just found a note in Jack’s room that said, “I love you, Tucker.” He’s been the most upset, since I told them.